Page 51 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

Cayden stared at me and then raised an eyebrow. "Maybe that is your problem? You don't want to change, but we all change….time goes on, and we don't remain the same. Yet you seem to want to be who you were when you first arrived here, but you're not. None of us are."

Later in the afternoon, I arrived at the fire station. The entire upstairs of the fire station was quiet. No one seemed to speak, and from the look Mile was giving me, he was still pissed.

He didn't look good. He had a black eye and a busted lip. He curled his lip up at me, but no sound came out. I felt a shiver run down my entire spine, even my wolf was disappointed in me.

"All right," Ayden came down the hallway from his office. "Owen and I have to run out and head to a meeting. Cayden and Thomas, you guys head outside to clean the trucks. Miles and Lucas, you two can clean the kitchen."

"You're joking, right," Miles said, no humor in his tone. "You want to leave me with the unhinged jackass? Is my face not enough? Would a busted arm or leg be better?"

Ayden growled at Miles, who quickly looked away. Ayden looked at me. "You keep your cool; otherwise, I'm going to hire someone else."

The space fell quiet once more before Ayden and Owen descended the stairs. Cayden swung out of his chair as Thomas walked with him.

The space was utterly silent, and I glanced at Miles, who was grounding his teeth together. This wasn't the first time we'd fought, and it wasn't the first time we had a fight, but it was the first time I'd taken it too far.

Miles swung up, marching over to the kitchen. "I'll clean the fridge out. You clean the floor."

I pulled myself up, walking after him into the kitchen. Miles didn't look at me as I leaned onto the counter.

"I owe you an apology."

"You're getting the bill for my stitches," he grumbled, yanking the fridge door open. "If I need plastic surgery, I'll send that bill to you as well."

"That's fine," I said, though I doubted he would need surgery.

Miles slammed the door and turned to me. Rage simmered in his eyes. "What the fuck has gotten into you!? Do you even feel sorry about what you did!"

"Of course I do," I snapped back. "Why do you think I said I owe you an apology."

"That isn't an apology! That's admitting you owe me one!"

My shoulders sank. "I'm sorry….I shouldn't have punched you."

Miles glared at me for a moment before he crossed his arms. "And?"

"And broken your nose…" I sighed. "But you knew you were poking at a sore spot to begin with."

Mile's shoulders sank. He rubbed his face and winced before looking back at me. "You're not a heartless person. You're a fucking prick, but you're not a heartless person."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that."

Miles scowled. "What has gotten into you? Seriously."

I frowned. "She's my mate, and I treated her lower than dirt. I… she's pregnant, and I don't know what to do. I figured maybe over time we could be something, but…this changes so much."

Miles frowned, almost like something clicked in his eyes. "You didn't want kids, did you?"

I remained silent, and he shook his head. "Since when?"

I shrugged. "I mean, we all say we want kids. But I've never really thought about it."

"And when we all had kids? You still didn't think you wanted them?"

"I'm not dad material," I state. "You can't want something and know you'll never have it."

Miles snorted. "I know for a fact you are. I've seen the way you treat all our children."

"Because they’re your children."

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